Duma was relieved. He too, preferred the light, although recently he was distressed and confused as to where the light was coming from. He remembered the Lightbringer before he fell, and now, afterward.

Duma began to look around and notice the domes and facades of the city. he felt strange, the way the roofs blocked the lights, there was no sky to fly into, no sun to see or not to see. Again he began to type.

NO, IT IS NOT ALWAYS BAD. I AM LEARNING THAT. WHAT IS THIS PLACE? WHERE ARE THE GARDENS?